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But the sound grew into word As the speakers drew more near-- Sweet, forgive me that I heard What you wished me not to hear. Do not weep so, do not shake, Oh,--I heard thee, Bertha, make Good true answers for my sake.
But the sound grew into word As the speakers drew more near-- Sweet, forgive me that I heard What you wished me not to hear. Do not weep so, do not shake, Oh,--I heard thee, Bertha, make Good true answers for my sake.